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startrekfangirl2233-writes · 1 year

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I Wanted to Be

A Ron 'Slider' Kerner Imagine

Description: Kids, family, all of those things that people always talk about as being the be-all, end-all, goal? Those things have never been on Ron Kerner's list. All he wants to do is fly. What happens when an old friend's little sister calls him for help?

Everything changes.

Warnings: Dead-beat dad, Mentioned Pregnancy, Mentioned Childbirth, Tooth Rotting Fluff

Word Count: 2939

A/N: This is another Discord fueled thought. @mayhemmanaged and I were talking about how we thought that Jake was either Ice's son or Slider's. I had a sudden urge to explore that thought and here we are!

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Texans have a saying or cautionary tale for nearly everything. Everything, it seems, except what you can tell your best friend's little sister when her no-good husband runs away from her and the baby she's carrying. When she'd called him, sobbing, he hadn't known what to do. What can you tell a twenty-five year old nine month pregnant woman you haven't seen in close to a decade? In the case of one Ron Kerner, mostly known as Slider nowadays, you don't say a word. Instead, you get emergency leave and hop onto the nearest transport home.

The tiny town of Cistern is exactly as he remembers it, hot, dry, and dusty. The sole bus trundles through town just as he pulls into the solitary gas station and steps out. It feels weird being back here. As much as Cistern hasn't changed, he knows he has. A quick stop at the pump station for fuel that sloshes sluggishly into the near empty tank of the truck he'd rented in Austin, and he's off again. Driving west a ways and then north until the only things he sees are scrub and the odd glimpse of cattle.

The turn-off to the Petersen ranch looks just like he remembers it, though the sign says Seresin now. Was that the name of the idiot who ran away? In all honesty, Ron can't be pressed to remember. All that matters is the girl waiting on the porch when the truck rattles to a stop. She looks the same as he remembers. Little Rebecca Petersen, not so little and decidedly not a Petersen anymore, but god does she not remind him still of the little thing that used to run around behind him and Danny, all knees, toothy grin and covered in freckles.

That grin, at least, is exactly the same. So is the teasing tone as she greets him as he walks up the front stairs. "Well, well, well, look at what the cat dragged in! If it isn't Ron Kerner, the big-shot Naval Aviator. What brings you back to sleepy old Cistern?"

"You know what." He can't help the sober turn to his voice as he hugs her gingerly, not sure of where to put his arms, not when the bulge of her belly is in the way. God, doesn't he wish he'd never said those words as soon as they left his mouth, though. Because that smile is gone, like the sun hidden by the clouds.

"You're here because of Brian." Her voice is tired, so tired that Ron can't help trying to make the girl he promised he'd protect smile again.

"Naw, Becks. I'm here for you and this little thing. Only in part for him."

It's words that he didn't know were true until 3 days later when he's standing in the maternity ward of the hospital and being handed a tiny squalling infant with a shock of honey hair and the tightest grip he's ever felt. The newly named Jacob Daniel Seresin seems to be just as enamored of Ron as Ron is of him. Say what you will about the little guy's deadbeat dad, but he made an awfully cute baby.

That instant shock of attachment stays with Ron for a long time afterward. He looks forward to receiving the letters Rebecca sends monthly, filled with polaroids of small Jake as he grows bigger and bigger. He can track every milestone on that little body from how he grows to the first tooth that comes painfully into that little mouth.

But he does not actually see the boy or his mama again for nearly five years. Things have changed considerably over that time. Ron's raked in another promotion, making him a full lieutenant. Ice met a girl and made her his wife, and to top it all off, they're both in Texas again. So on the first long weekend he gets, Ron hops into the old Ford truck he'd put together when he turned sixteen and drives straight up to Cistern.

This time, he drives up to the Seresin house to hear giggling and gets out of his truck just in time to catch a little boy in just a pair of shorts as he goes running past. It's the light dusting of freckles and toothy grin that he'd recognize anywhere which clues him into exactly who he's holding.

"Hey, kiddo. I'm your Uncle Ron. Dunno if you remember me." His voice is gruff as he turns the giggling brat upside down like he's looking for a way to turn a little robot off. Through giggles, he's gratified to hear the boy introduce himself as Jake. This time, the Rebecca he sees in the kitchen of the ranch house she grew up in and where she's raising her son is more like the happy teenager he'd left behind when he enlisted with her big brother. It still irks him that he couldn't protect Daniel. But he's going to protect Rebecca and Daniel's namesake as fiercely as he can.

"Hey, Becks. Y'missing something? I caught this little gremlin running around out there. Is this what you're looking for?" He can't resist tickling the bare tummy of the boy in his arms just to hear the musical giggles.

"Mama, Uncle Sly's here!" The piping voice of the little boy standing there all of two feet tall wearing just shorts is enough to crack even the crustiest aviator's stone heart. Rebecca's boy is a dusty, golden skinned marvel with his sun-bleached blonde hair and huge slightly gap-toothed grin. It feels like home, this place. That weekend, Ron spends more time out on a ranch than he has in years. Rebecca may have managed to keep the ranch going, but who's going to teach Jake everything he needs to know when his daddy isn't around? Anyways, that's Ron's rationale.

Soon after that, though, he's given orders. He's shipped all over the world, flying for the Navy. It seems like his star is on the rise, and while he's Lieutenant Commander and Captain Kerner in short order, he still stays Uncle Sly for one little boy who turns into a teenager back in Cistern seemingly overnight. Ron does his best to show up for all of the kid’s biggest milestones, but even he can’t hop onto a helo every time Jake has a baseball game or wins an award at school. Those weeks, Ron does his best to call and talk to the kid as much as he can.

He talks to Rebecca on the phone enough to know that the kid's struggling with something, something he won't talk to his Mama about. So the next time Ron's home, he heads to Cistern, as always with gifts in hand for the boy he loves like he is his own. Unlike prior snatched moments, Seresin Ranch is crackling with a tension Ron's never felt before. Jake's on the front porch, and Ron's suddenly struck by how grown up the boy seems, especially with how tall he is and the new manly breadth of his shoulders.

"Hey, Kiddo." As he tugs the kid into a hug, Ron can feel some tension leave those still small shoulders.

"Uncle Sly." Something's not right. Jake's not smiling today, not at all.

"What is it, kid?" A sudden jolt of fear rushes through Ron. "Where's your mom, kid?'

"She's in there, Uncle Sly, in the kitchen. With a man who's claiming to be my dad." The rage that burns in his chest is unlike any other that Ron's ever felt before. Sure enough, when he stalks into the kitchen, it's to see the one man he'd never wanted to see menacing Rebecca ever again.

"Brian." That one word is all it takes for Rebecca's shoulders to relax. Fifteen years have not treated Brian Seresin well. Not at all. His hair is graying and greasy, he's got a paunch and he's obviously drunk off his feet if the way he lists back and forth is any indication. "What are you doing back in Cistern?"

Ron's quick to gather Rebecca back behind him, knowing that Brian Seresin would never be bold enough to try to get to her, not through him, anyway. Jake’s followed him in, as always his shadow

"Wanted my woman back, Kerner. And my kid." He sniffs, wiping away yellow-tinged mucus on the leg of the dirtiest jeans that Ron's ever seen. "S'not fair, y'know? That you got to keep her and the brat while I was off. D'she treat y'well? She's great in bed, ain't she?"

It takes every fiber in his being to not deck the man for what he's saying about Rebecca. Thankfully Jake's holding his ma, otherwise he'd have launched himself at the fool to get his share of the beat down. It’s at that moment that Sly is glad they’d sent lawyers after Brian Seresin after Jake was born because it means he doesn’t have a claim on Rebecca or Jake anymore. They have the denial of parental rights and a divorce agreement to prove it. It doesn't take much more than a quirked eyebrow to get the man to spill the entire sordid tale. How he'd lost a lot of money and wanted to claim what he believed he was owed from Seresin Ranch.

"Call Sheriff Weatherby, Becks." When Ron finally speaks, the calm in his voice surprises even him. He sounds Ice-cold, which he guesses is what you get for spending the better part of a decade flying with the same person. "We've got an intruder on Seresin Ranch."

It doesn't surprise him in the slightest that it's Jake who picks up the landline and dials up Sheriff Weatherby, not at all. It's hours later, once one Brian Seresin has been carted away and Rebecca is asleep, that Ron finds Jake again. The kid's sitting in an old tire swing Ron had set up years ago, rocking idly while staring up into the endless expanse of stars in the sky above.

"So, that's him, huh? My pops, the man who walked out before I was even born?" He sounds so torn up about it, this gangly teen boy who loves his Mama to distraction and who would do anything to protect her. That's something they have in common.

"Yeah, kid." Ron doesn't try to hide the anger in his face, not now.

"Why did he come back? Why didn't he just stay away?" Ron's hand is gentle on the kid's back as he tries to think for a response.

"I dunno, kid. I wish he had never come back. Your Mama isn't the type to cry. But every time I've heard her cry it has been because of that man." The rage building in his chest causes a near imperceptible shake in his hands.

"Why didn't you ever marry Mama, Uncle Sly? You love her, I know you do. Then you can come home to us more often, can't you?" That one innocent observation is enough to have his entire world reeling. What would it be like? Having Becks to come home to? To have this kid, her son, as his own? Is he so easy to read that a teenager can tell what his most closely guarded secret is?

"I dunno kid. But enough about me. What's eating at you?" Ron's a little scared of the answer he's going to get.

"I want to fly, Uncle Sly. Like you do, like Uncle Daniel did." Jake's green eyes are all Rebecca's, all Daniel's and Ron can see the boy he loved like a brother in Jake's face. "D-d'you think I can do it?"

Those are obviously words Jake holds close to his heart. Because, before Ron's hit Vice-Admiral, Jake's already at the academy. He's taking Annapolis by storm, making his Mama and his dad, because thanks to the kid's prodding it's Ron and Rebecca Kerner now, incredibly proud. Ron's happy to find he has to wipe away tears when he sees his son, his son, get his wings a few short years later. Then there's another Kerner's star on the rise. His son’s.

He keeps a finger on the pulse of every deployment, every test, and beams with pride to see Jake graduate from Top Gun. That pride sits warm in his chest even as he gets a call from the one California number he'd memorized that he could never forget.

"Mr. Iceman! How're you doing?" The relationship between pilot and RIO hasn't changed over the past years. Neither of them flies anymore, but the bonds they built over 30 years ago haven't changed.

"It's about your kid, Sly." Ron can hear the hoarseness creeping into Ice's tone even now.

"What's going on, Tom?" After a life's service to the US Navy, Rear Admiral Ron 'Slider' Kerner isn't surprised to hear that Jake's been selected for a special detachment. The dad in him, though? He's terrified shitless. Nearly 30 years of loving that boy doesn’t feel like enough all of a sudden, not when Jake's going to be sent on a mission so dangerous that talking about it feels like a jinx. Even the heads up from the COMPACFLT doesn't help.

It's a tense few weeks in Texas. Ron terrorizes the base in Corpus Christi, his mind in Miramar with his son while his body is in Texas. Rebecca is equally distraught. Then Ron gets another call that fills him with sadness all over again. It is Sarah calling, "Hey Ron. Just wanted to tell you that he's gone. Tom's gone. The cancer. It came back with a vengeance. The doctors couldn't do anything. He passed away this morning."

During the entirety of the service, Ron can't help but feel like he would've given anything to see his best friend again one more time before he died. It's sad reconnecting with the rest of their 1986 cohort at the bar later. It’s even worse seeing his son stand somberly kitted out in his own whites across the way from him. He doesn’t, can’t go near him, mainly because nobody knows that Jake is Rear Admiral Kerner’s kid. But he can't help but feel like Tom would've wanted him to hug his boy instead. So that's what Rear Admiral Ron Kerner does. He hugs his son, tight, as many times as he can before he leaves. He watches from the docks as the carrier departs and waits with bated breath.

Rebecca channels her nerves into baking. She fills the house they rent off base with pastries, cookies, cakes and pies, most of which are Jake's favorites. Then it’s a waiting game. Ron calls in every favor he has in order to get more information on the mission Jake’s on, really for anything he can get. As it turns out, there is very little information that even an admiral can get. So all he can do is hold Rebecca close and pray. It’s frankly the longest three days of his life. He’s more tense than he was even during the Leyte Gulf incident, which feels like a world, a lifetime ago. That first call from Jake they get has his knees weak. The relief coursing through his system is too good to be true. So’s the first look he gets of his son when the carrier docks two days later.

The milling crowd of families lets out a roar of excitement when the first of the ship’s crew sets foot on shore. Ron wraps an arm around Rebecca, and keeps an eagle eye on the waves of departing sailors looking for aviator green flight suits. The crowd clears piece by piece and they still haven’t seen their boy or any of the aviators. They’re some of the only people waiting, and Ron can feel Rebecca’s tremors as she clutches at her necklace and rears up onto her tiptoes every once in a while. She sags against his chest and that’s when Ron finally sees their golden boy. He looks exhausted, but he’s safe, he’s home. Rebecca runs right for him first, and Ron can’t help his grin when he sees how tall Jake is in comparison to his Mama. The kid’s not shy about his love for Rebecca either. He introduces her to the aviators and then Ron’s being beckoned forward.

“And this is my pop, Admiral Kerner.” He’s got a shit-eating grin on his face and god if that doesn’t remind Ron of Daniel again.

“Hey, kid.” Ron can’t help the fond grin on his face or the amusement when he sees Jake’s squadron rise into salutes the minute they hear his title. There’s a face in his squadron that Ron didn’t think he’d ever see again. There’s also somebody nearby who he hasn’t seen in decades.

“Baby Goose. Mav.” Ron’s nod is slight.

“Hey Sly. A kid huh?” Ron can’t resist smiling as he hugs the shorter man.

“Yeah, Mav. I had to catch up.” Watching Becks fawn over Jake again is everything he’s ever wanted.

“He’s a good one, you know, Sly?” As Ron stands shoulder to shoulder with Pete Mitchell again, watching their boys realize that they’re closer than they ever could have known, Ron knows one thing. He may have never intended to be a dad, but standing at the docks thirty years later, he knows he wouldn't have wanted to do anything else.

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topgun-imagines · 1 year

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Show Her How It’s Done

Requested: yes

Summary: Slider takes you on a proper first date.

Word count: 0.9k

Note: 2k celebration!

Warnings: none.

Pairings: Ron ‘Slider’ Kerner x fem!reader

Slider heaved out a sigh as he pulled the towel against the back of his neck. Tonight was supposed to be his first date with you, and to say he was nervous would be an understatement. “You’ll be fine,” Ice clapped him on the shoulder. “You’re just thinking about it too much,” The blond collected the rest of his belongings before walking out of the locker room. One last comment was tossed over his shoulder as he left. “Show her how it’s done, Sli.”

Thirty minutes later Slider was standing on your front porch, nervously glancing around the pristine space. A number of flower pots lined the white railing, all growing perfectly despite the California heat. Suddenly, he could hear rustling on the other side of the door. He sucked in a deep breath and straightened up just as you pulled the blue door open.

The breath was knocked out of his lungs as he took in the sight in front of him. You were wearing a flimsy black tank top and a pair of denim jeans. It was a simple outfit but on you, Slider thought that it was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.

When he heard your quiet giggle, his eyes immediately snapped up to yours as he began sputtering. The weight of the flowers in his hand suddenly seemed heavier than before. He cleared his throat. “These are for you.” He murmured, passing you the small bouquet of lilacs and white baby’s breath. Your heart swelled at the gesture.

Slider waited patiently as you returned inside to put the flowers in a vase. His hands were clasped in front of him and he was staring at the flag hanging from the corner of your porch when you returned.

There was a nervous smile on his face as you locked up. When you turned back to him, his eyes were immediately drawn to the large smile on your face. He stretched a hand out to you. Your fingers intertwined with his as you began walking away from your house.

When Slider had first asked you out, he had assured you that he would plan the perfect date. Meaning that you had no idea where you were going. “So,” you started, glancing up at the tall RIO. “You gonna tell me where we’re going?” There was a light and airy tone to your voice, almost seeming to pull the weight off of his shoulders in seconds.

He glanced down to find your eyes fixed on him. A small smile overcame his face as he turned his eyes back to the sidewalk in front of him. “You’ll just have to wait and find out.” He teased as the two of you stopped at the cross walk.

After walking for a few minutes, Slider finally stopped the two of you across the road from a small, brightly coloured building. There was a large sign beside the door advertising the best ice cream in Miramar. Slider felt a wave of pride surge through him at the sight of your broad smile.

The two of you crossed the street carefully. Slider held open the door for you once you reached the quaint shop. You thanked him quietly, a pleasured sigh falling from you lips at the feeling of the cool air as you stepped into the shop. There was one couple in front of you, which gave you enough time to decide on what you were having.

A large chalk board hung behind the counter, colourfully displaying all the options that were available. “What are you gonna get?” You questioned as you debated between mint chip and cherry garcia. Slider hummed quietly before he made his choice.

“I think I’ll get pistachio and raspberry.” He decided a few seconds later.

Once the other couple had their ice cream, Slider stepped up, ready to order for the both of you. After a few more seconds of debate, you settled on mint chip.

As the two of you stepped aside to wait for your cones, Slider’s hand settled on your lower back, gently rubbing the skin through the thin fabric of your shirt. You leaned against his side as you listened to the waves crash against the shore only a few meters from the ice cream shop.

A few moments later, the older woman behind the counter called Slider’s name. You followed after him as he grabbed the cones from her. You thanked him quietly as he passed you yours. Almost out of instinct, your hand slipped into Slider’s as the two of you exited the shop. The older woman had a knowing smile on her face as the door closed softly behind you.

Slider led you behind the shop. There was a bench built up against it and looking out over the ocean. He gently pulled you down beside him. A comfortable silence fell over the two of you as you ate your ice cream. The RIO had his hand resting on your knee, thumb gently stroking over your exposed skin.

“Thank you for this.” You spoke quietly, as not to disturb the peace that had settled over the two of you. Your head fell against his shoulder.

The hand that was on your knee moved to wind around your shoulders, pulling you closer into his side. “I’m glad you had fun.” He spoke just as quiet. Any doubts from earlier were quickly forgotten as the two of you watched the sun sparkle off of the deep blue water.

A/n: Thank you all for reading! I enjoyed writing this one so much. Requests are open.

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jackiequick · 2 months

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Headcanons for the Mitchell-Bradshaw kids (+ friends & family) because I can | Top Gun AU ✈️

Summary: What happens when you live with 4 little ducklings? Unforgettable memories!

Pairing: Bradley Bradshaw & Jenny Mitchell

Characters included/mentioned: Dane Bradshaw, Austin Mitchell, Maverick, Slider, Iceman, Carole and etc

Note: Fluffy/ Top Gun Headcanon fic

1) Bradley and Austin used to volunteer at an Animal Shelter, full of puppies and full grown dogs if all breeds. One day, Slider’s kids wanted to adopt another dog but couldn’t since they already had 4 already so in result, they called Iceman to help them out and so in result he adopted the doggie.

But there was a catch, the Yorkie made so much more barking than expected and had so much darling energy, so Iceman had no choice but to call him—Maverick!! Let’s just say the real Maverick wasn’t the happiest person after hearing that and the kids laughed so loudly at his reaction

2) Speaking of dogs, Austin Mitchell may or may not have brought home in an panic a week later. Jenny was sending text messages on her laptop when he rushed in yelling, “Don’t tell Dad!”

She was confused and looked up, “What did you do?”

“I want you to know that I love you VERY much and you’re always welcome in my room for the bigger closest room.”

“Aussy, what happened? Did you break his motorcycle again?”

“No and for the 10th time that was Dane!”

He hoped the door for a puppy to walk in as his sister’s jaw dropped to the floor, hugging the fur ball to tackle her. He laughed at the moment and whistles as two more dogs came in grinning brightly.

“Sooo? What do we think?” He asked with a matching grin as the dogs, carrying the puppy.

“We ain’t NEVER telling Dad!” She repiled with a little giggle falling in love with the dogs.

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3) As a kid, Dane really in awe of Ice's ability to flip pens like it was nothing and wants to be his student to learn the trick, begging for him to teach him one day after school. His mom brought him a small pack of pens and pencils to practice with for flipping tricks, eventually he gets the hang of it where he showcasing his tricks in class.

He thanked his Uncle Ice later on for showing him the trick, calling him cooler than Maverick jokingly and laughed running off to show his friends his new tricks

4) Speaking of Dane, is maths kid in school. History was never his strong suit but surprisingly, numbers came much more naturally to him. It resulted in the type of career he would have in the future.

His brother and siblings knew this fact very well, being able to be crafty where he can calculate prices of analysis for planes. As well as when needed he can calculate, like the the tax and measurement when it comes to paying for a restaurant bill.

It would surprise his mother as she would ask, “Not bad, sweetie. How did you do that so fast?”

In result he would hold up the pen and napkin he used to do the math then reply, “I counted.”

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5) When it comes to certain things, Jenny is terrible at keeping secrets and wants to gossip, so she can be a little nosy at times (she gets better at it with age). Ice and her dad like to say, she got from their Aunt Carole, since Sunset was most likely the one to be hush hush about certain subjects.

When she was 5, and Bradley was 7, she knew he had a silly little crush on the babysitter cause she was so nice. So she told her auntie Carole who stayed gushing with her all about it, teasing her son about it

When she was 10, she heard all about uncle Slider becoming Commander after watching the adults talk about it and went running to her daddy to spill the news giggling with excitement. It was supposed to be a secret for a few short days but she couldn’t help herself.

When she was 16, she found out that Dane and Austin had a crush on the same girl or so she thought. She squeals so loudly, knowing that she would have to be quiet about it or else. Bradley even gave her an odd look.

But Jenny had other plans as she sneaked up on her brother and asked, “Sooo who’s the girl?”

“What girl? There is no girl!” Austin exclaimed playing video games on the computer.

“Oh my god it’s the senior!”

“How did y-no! I am not into a senior.”

“But I saw you talking about some girl name ‘Avery’…”

That’s when her brother snorted, “No, Avery Thompson is the senior leader of the drama club. I’m into Avery Rodriguez, he’s on the basketball team.”

Her eyes widen and gasps, “HIM?! Damn, you got good taste!”

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6) Jenny had a small crush on Bradley when they were kids, jokingly saying ‘You are my boyfriend.’ when she was 7 but let it go a while later. Especially since fictional boys existed on Tv duh! However, Bradley thought girls had cooties and said, ‘Gross!’

As early high school rolled around, Jenny was watching Disney Channel movies and texting her friends as she watched the boys play guitar and drums in the center of the garage. Austin, Dane and Bradley were jamming out in their band laughing and singing covers.

Tracy and Rachel, Jenny’s friends, walked into the garage jamming out to the songs as she greeted her with a hug. They were chatting and gossiping about the latest movies, along with newest episodes of Gossip Girl.

“Can you believe Blair said that to Serena?! That was uncalled for!” Tracy exclaimed as they sat on the bench, sipping water bottles.

“I know right?! But Serena had a point though.” Jenny yelled, chuckling.

“Blair was better.” Rachel added for a debating measure, “But I love Serena too.”

Bradley was tuning his guitar but paused to look at the girls with a loopy smile, stuck in a mini trance.

That’s when Austin threw an empty water bottle at his head and yelled, “Dude! Stop staring that’s my sister.”

Dane laughed at his brother’s face, waving at Tracy, Rachel and Jenny who giggled. Bradley just glared at Austin as he stuck out his tongue muttering a few things.

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yourlocalqreator · 2 years

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Y'all I JUST THOUGHT ABOUT SOMTHING

if Iceman, Goose, Young Maverick, and Slider

Met

2022 Cast Of Top Gun Maverick

Bruh now that I think about it lemme make a story about it

#top gun maverick #pete maverick mitchell x reader #top gun oc #top gun #pete maverick mitchell #tom iceman kazansky #nick goose bradshaw #ron slider kerner #bradley rooster bradshaw #jake hangman seresin #natasha phoenix trace #robert bob floyd #mickey fanboy garcia #reuben payback fitch #javy coyote machado #Young Maverick

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softly-writes · 1 year

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Slider watched as Ice walked back down the hallway after settling a distraught friend down in the guest room. He kept his voice low, “How long is she staying?”

Ice’s blue eyes snapped to Slider and intensely bored down upon Sliders gaze, almost daring him to challenge Ice if he disagreed. “As long as she needs.”

Blog: @softkazansky

~ I fully intend to create a blog so I can store this fic somewhere but creating the name of the blog has been hard. Help? Any ideas? Gotta be aesthetic 👌🏼

Fic is definitely Iceman x Slider x OC. But… at this point I have no idea if OC will end up with Ice or Slider 😅 But Ice 100% protecting OC from Maverick and his fuckboi ways tho 👌🏼

#Tom ‘Iceman’ Kazansky and his protective vibes #top gun x reader #top gun x oc #iceman x oc #iceman x reader #iceman x slider #slider x oc #slider x reader #ron kerner x reader #Tom Kazansky x oc

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aki-draws-things · 9 months

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@oh-surprise-its-me

I hope you don't mind, please let me know if you do mind. But also know, you possibly, maybe dragged me out of writer's block so hooray!

Obviously, Chris belongs to you, I've just happened to fall in love with this adorable one, and his "so absolutely not how I imagined to meet my soulmate" first meeting with Slider 🫠

(Yes, yes, I absolutely and mostly write ice/slider, and I love them together so much...but I also love the "slider is Jake's dad" just as much, so...) (plus, multiship is the way!)

"He does have beautiful eyes."

Was the very first thought, yet Chris was vastly aware it was a very improper first thought. Like, no. For the love of God, no. You're a very well-respected professional, Seresin!

Except for the stranger he had just dragged out of that wrecked car had indeed beautiful eyes.

"Hey~"

And a very pretty smile. which shouldn't be the case because the man was most likely heavily concussed, he waved a hand, or perhaps that was his main intention. He kind of waved.

Chris found himself smiling back, kneeling by his side and holding him down when he tried to move because of course, he would try to move, right? Concussed and with most likely some bruised, if not broken, ribs, and he was trying to move and sit.

"Hold still, before you hurt yourself more."

The stranger, blinked, wide-eyed, at him, he breathed slowly, which could be because of the pain, could be him keeping himself calm, or the chest trauma. His breath felt wrong, rattling under Chris' hand.

"My savior..."

Uh... alright, that made him feel like... that felt nice. If only that stranger didn't look like death warmed up to him, of course.

"Marry me..."

Chris didn't blush. Nah, he probably pushed a strand of hair back or scratched his cheek and the red on his face was blood--- Yeah, okay, maybe he blushed, that would be a lot better.

"Ah--"

"What? Pain?"

"No, no... we can't marry. We can't because-- cause Ice-- Icey will never let a pretty angel take me away--"

He frowned and Chris swallowed. He was getting worse, he could see it, confused, disoriented. Where the fuck was the ambulance anyway?! And what on God-forsaken Earth was an Icey?!

The stranger blinked, stared straight at Chris and he forced himself to smile at him. The stranger looked kinda dazed and sad.

"Pretty angel would never want to take someone like me..."

If I was the pretty angel, Chris thought, so bloody unprofessionally but he couldn't care less at that moment, I most definitely would.

He didn't have time to say anything, not a syllable, that the stranger became unconscious and the ambulance sirens wailed through the air.

Captain Kazansky always said, from the day he saw a white hair on his head, that Ron was the cause of them. Then he met Maverick, and his white hair were now carefully hidden. Extremely well hidden.

But he wasn't angry, hell, he could never be angry, not as he felt his heart thump fast inside his chest and he crossed corridors over corridors.

Not Maverick, for once, and he thought he would feel happy. Grateful. Something.

He didn't.

Because it was Ron they called about. Because Ron had listed him as his emergency contact, of course, they were family.

Because it wasn't a flight accident, or they would've been together, and he would never let something happen, Ron was coming back to the base, Ron was--

"Ron what the hell you did this time?"

At first, Tom didn't notice the other man in the room when he burst inside, uniform and all, looking ready to throw the hat straight at Ron's face but stopping as soon as he saw the bandages. God, he needed a full report on his injuries. Before now!

Ron whined, and wiggled a hand toward him until Tom finally stepped closer, took his hand gently, intertwining their fingers.

Oh, Chris thought, from a little spot in the corner, he's taken. Well--

"'m sorry Icey..." Ron whined, not looking at his pilot. "Messed up..."

So, that was what an Icey was. A person. An extremely good looking one too.

"Actually, if I maybe speak in his defense-- hi, sorry, I'm Chris, I'm the one who got him out," he smiled, and definitely rambled. "Well... he actually got hit, it wasn't his fault."

Iceman looked at him, his hand still trapped into Slider's, he looked at him.

"Thanks. For getting him out. For saving him. Don't know what I would do without him..."

Ah, so definitely taken... but perhaps-- well, he wasn't picky, if they weren't either.

#ron slider kerner #tom iceman kazansky #male oc #slider x original male character #chris you adorable one!#top gun ficlet #aki writes

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Wildest Dreams

{ An AU fic for Hangman x Cinco }

To read the Squad’s reaction to finding out the truth: check out: Spicy’s call to Jake; Lucky’s FaceTime call; and Birdie’s Anger

******

“Push! Push! Push!” Alana could hear what the doctor was telling her but the exhaustion of the last ten hours made it hard to do what she needed. Nobody was there to help her. Then again she went into labor two months earlier than expected.

Baylie and Mickey were deployed.

Grace and Bradley had gone on a second honeymoon.

“One more push and you can rest.”

SEVEN TO EIGHT MONTHS AGO

It has been a couple of months of secret hookups with Jake after he and his girlfriend, Sydney, had broken up. Having become friends after the uranium mission, Alana was there for Jake throughout his relationship with Sydney and eventually their breakup.

Neither had planned on getting together, but they did after a night of drinking with the rest of the Dagger Squad. It was just a one-time thing, they both agreed. Only that, it turned into friends with benefits.

They managed to keep it a secret for a couple of months. The only time anyone suspected anything was going on between them was the night everything changed. The night of the Navy Awards.

Jake decided it would be best if they carpooled with some of the other members of the squad. So Alana made her way to the base and met up with Jake, Baylie, Mickey, Grace, and Bradley at the rec room.

The girls are quick to hug her and have her spin in her dress. “Wow! You’re looking so beautiful!” Grace tells her.

“Got any plans for later? I’m happy to drop Mickey for you,” Baylie says winking.

Alana blushes. “It’s not too much?”

“It’s not enough. That dress will find you a husband. Hey, maybe some admiral or captain will scoop you up,” Baylie teases.

Jake ignores them and glances at his watch. “We should get going.” Bradley and Mickey each take their girl’s hand in theirs and lead the way to the limousine. Jake keeps his hand on Alana’s lower back.

Once they arrive at the venue, they all go their separate ways. Eventually, they are all seated together, as the majority of them would be receiving medals. The only ones at their table to not receive one were Alana and Grace.

The ceremony moves along pretty quickly and soon comes the drinking and dancing. Alana mostly sat and watched everyone. Jake had been chatting with Admiral Kazansky and Vice Admiral Simpson. His smile was huge when he returned.

Instead of sitting, he offered Alana his hand so they could dance. The DJ had been playing a few upbeat songs in a row. As they danced and laughed, the music changed into a slow song. Dance With You by Brett Young begins to play and Alana moves to go sit down but Jake holds her hand. “Is one slow song going to kill you?”

“No. But people might get ideas.”

“Let them. We’re just two single friends enjoying a dance.”

“Right. Two single friends,” Alana repeats, her cheeks warm from embarrassment, thinking he would maybe officially ask her out.

After the song finished, they returned to the table, only to find their friends smirking at them.

“What’s with the smirks?” Jake asks.

“You tell us,” Baylie replies.

“We’re just two single friends enjoying a party with drinks that the Navy is paying for,” Alana says quickly. “So tell, me again who do I bribe to get a shiny medal like that?” She teases in order to change the topic.

The evening soon becomes midnight and they all decide it’s time to go home to rest. The only ones to not go home were Jake and Alana. They headed to a downtown hotel to spend the night together.

He said, "Let's get out of this town

Drive out of the city, away from the crowds"

I thought Heaven can't help me now

Nothing lasts forever

But this is gonna take me down

FIVE MONTHS AGO

She was pacing along her hallway as she waited for the timer to go off. Before she could hear the timer, her stomach betrays her. Alana runs to the bathroom, for the third time that morning, with intense waves of nausea hitting and she throws up into the toilet.

Alana knew she had to tell Jake. She knew he deserved to know the truth. She recalled their last night together. It had been their most passionate night of pleasure for the both of them. When she woke up alone the next morning, there was a note on the pillow saying he’d see her later.

Hours later, he showed up at her house. He had gotten a call from Sydney. They were going to try and work things out and get back together again. Then he dropped the bomb: Sydney was a few months pregnant. After that day, Alana didn’t get many chances to talk to him, as he got deployed overseas.

Say you'll remember me

Standing in a nice dress

Staring at the sunset, babe

Red lips and rosy cheeks

Say you'll see me again

Even if it's just in your wildest dreams, ah-ah, ha

Wildest dreams, ah-ah, ha

The timer rings and she looks at the tests. Three positive pregnancy tests were staring back at her. This wasn’t in her plan. Sure she wanted to be a mother. But she never wanted to be a single mother. She lets herself cry for a few minutes before going to get her phone and trying to call Jake.

She calls and calls. No answer. She send him a few texts to please call her but they all say “Not Delivered”.

The next person she calls is her physician, whom she asks to go in for an appointment for that day. Once the doctor confirmed that yes she is pregnant, Alana called out sick the next day. She didn’t have the luxury of just resting. She found herself spending more time throwing up than anything.

FOUR MONTHS AGO

She made it past her first trimester so she knew she needed to tell her friends. Alana scoured through Pinterest to get ideas but there were so many she couldn’t decide. But then she spotted a food-related one, just in time for her turn to host their next movie night.

The day passed by quickly and soon the two couples arrived for movie night. Bradley and Mickey kept trying to set her up with other pilots but she always turned them down. She knew no reasonable pilot would want to date a pregnant plus-size woman that was their superior.

Alana had the boxes of pizza and donuts ready. Her plan was to have Grace and Baylie each open one of the boxes. The squeals are loud and they both run to hug her.

Immediately the questions come out. “Who’s the father? Does he know? Can I be the Daddy?”

Alana knew she didn’t want to lie to her best friends, but she couldn’t outright tell them it was Jake. Not before she got the chance to tell him. “It was some guy… He’s no longer in my life. He doesn’t know. I’ve tried calling and texting but I think he blocked me.”

“Thank goodness it isn’t Jake’s,” Baylie said. “That night at the awards I could have sworn you guys had something going on.”

“You two were basically eye fucking each other while you were dancing,” Bradley adds as he takes a bit of his pizza.

Alana chuckles. “Yeah. That would have been… something.”

Grace notices Alana nervously playing with her bracelet. ‘What if Jake is the dad…?’ She begins to wonder. She’s distracted as she thinks back to encounters or outings they all shared and how Jake and Alana behaved together.

“Earth to Grace! We were asking you what you think the baby would be and whose last name it should have.”

“I want it to be a little girl. Imagine all the dresses and bows we’ll buy her!” The girls are soon diving deep into talks of nursery themes, colors, and baby shower themes.

TWO MONTHS AGO

The doctor, along with Alana, was surprised that she had actually lost some weight instead of gaining. It had happened before but it wasn’t as common as the weight gain. “I guess your little one is kickstarting your metabolism.”

“Yeah, I guess she is.”

“So do you already have a name picked out?”

“Samantha Belle.”

“That’s a beautiful name. I know I’ve asked you but any news from the father?”

“No. But I can give you the names of those I want in the room with me.”

Alana gives the doctor the names of Baylie and Grace, as well as their phone numbers.

When she gets to the base, Baylie is waiting for Alana in her office. “Hey, Bay! What’s going on?”

“I got my papers. Mickey and I both did. We’re getting deployed tomorrow. It’s for a few months. I…” she gets choked up. “Babe… I don’t know if we’ll be back in time for the baby.”

Alana shakes her head. “No. I can fight it. I can talk to Ice…” Her eyes fill with tears.

Baylie takes her hands in hers and gives them a squeeze. “I tried babe. I even claimed it was mine to also get maternity leave… Guess it doesn’t work like that.” She then pulls her into a tight hug. “I’ll sneak out if I have to come see you.”

“I love you Baylie. Go and kick ass. I’ll tell your niece you’re being an example for her.”

TWO WEEKS AGO

“So, Bradley surprised me with a trip to Greece. For a second honeymoon!” Grace says excitedly over the phone.

Alana can’t help the small pang of jealousy. Here was her friend going on a second honeymoon and here she was about to be a single mother.

“That’s freaking fantastic Grace!”

“I know! And we leave in a week. I know you’re still a couple of months away from having the baby but we’ll be back in time.”

“Yeah no yeah. Take your time. Enjoy your honeymoon love. And Greece! That’s just amazing!”

YESTERDAY

Alana struggled to reach for the milk container that was towards the back. “Why can’t they think of short pregnant people?” She mutters to herself. She’s about to give up when a hand reaches for the carton and places it on her cart.

“Here you go mis- Alana?” Jake asks in surprise.

“Jake! You’re back?” Alana replies.

He nods. “Just got back last night.” His eyes widen when he sees her ever-growing stomach. “I guess congratulations are in order.” His eyes skim her left hand but there’s no ring or no tan line of one.

“Yeah. She was a complete surprise.”

“It’s a girl?” His eyes soften. “She’ll be beautiful… Do you need any help getting things?”

“I could use some help. Baylie and Grace aren’t in town today.” Before she can say more, he puts his basket in her cart and pushes her cart.

“What about the father?”

Alana exhales slowly and winces at the pain on her side. “Oh, he doesn’t know. It’s not like I haven’t tried. I’ve sent texts and emails, but I guess he just never cared much for me cuz I haven’t heard from him.”

“How far along are you?”

“I’m 7 months pregnant… Forget about me. How’s Sydney and the baby?”

Jake grips the cart handles harder and makes a sudden sharp turn exiting the aisle. “She… I… She lied. It wasn’t my baby. I was there for every appointment. Every class. Only to find out she had been sleeping around on me and it wasn’t mine.”

Alana stops in her tracks and wipes at the tears in her eyes. She was so mad at Sydney for putting him through that but here she was doing all those things alone or with her friends.

While she loved her best friends dearly, it wasn’t the same as having a spouse day in and day out to support you. To help you at home. Yes, they were her found family but she would still be lonely in the nights. Her only constant companion: her unborn baby.

But also anger boiled up in her. Anger at him for ignoring her. Was she not good enough to be acknowledged as having his kid? Was she not pretty enough? Did he just use her to get off while he wasn’t with Sydney?

“I… uhm actually I have to go home. I won’t be able to finish the shopping,” Alana says, starting to make her way to the store entrance.

“Are you sure? I can finish it for you. Just send me your list.”

“No. It’s okay. You’ll only ignore my text as you have for the last seven months!”

Never had he seen or heard her this angry. Then his brain starts catching up with her words. Ignoring. Seven months.

You'll see me in hindsight

Tangled up with you all night

Burning it down

Someday when you leave me

I bet these memories

Follow you around

Alana had already reached the exit and was getting into her car. The pain on her side increases. She calls her OB and the doctor tells her to immediately go to the emergency department.

Jake is torn between getting their groceries and going after Alana. He decides to give her time and then he’ll confront her about the baby. He goes to pay for both their groceries. By the time he made it to the parking lot, Alana was already gone.

PRESENT

“One more push and you can rest.”

Alana grunts as she pushes once more. The sound of a baby crying fills the room. Her eyes just want to close and her body feels ready to stop. “She’s lost too much blood. We need to stop the bleeding!” That’s the last that Alana hears before she decides to just take a quick nap.

The doctors and surgeons rush to stabilize Alana’s vitals and stop the hemorrhaging. It takes them a few minutes but they are able to get the bleeding to stop and they stitch her up.

At the nurses station, one of the nurses is trying to call Alana’s emergency contacts. There’s no response from Baylie or Grace. The next to be called is Viper and then finally they call Dragon.

“Commander Kazansky speaking,” Rachael answers.

“Commander. We’re calling from the base hospital. Commander Metcalf is here. She went into labor early. We have called all her emergency contacts but you’re the only one that has picked up.”

“I’ll be right there.” Rachael hangs up the phone and rushes to Jade’s office. “Whiskey! Let’s go!”

Jade looks startled. “What happened?”

“Cin… She’s in the hospital.”

“Shit! I’ll call Ice from the car while you drive!”

When Alana opens her eyes again, she’s in a private hospital room. Sitting next to her were Rachael and Jade. Mama Dragon and Mama Whiskey.

“Shhh shhh. Don’t try to move much,” Jade tells her.

“Baby… Where’s the baby?”

Rachael steps out of the room and flags down one of the nurses. “Can we have someone bring the baby?”

“She’ll be coming soon, love. The doctors say she’s completely healthy,” Jade pushes some of Alana’s hair out of her face. “How are you feeling?”

“Like complete shit.”

“Oh babe,” Rachael takes one of her hands. “You just went through a lot and so suddenly. Not to mention alone. You are so fucking brave.”

“No, I’m not. I couldn’t keep the baby safe for the full term,” Alana starts crying.

“That doesn’t mean you’re not brave. Every birth and body is different. Think of it like this now: you get earlier access to your baby,” Jade adds.

At that moment, one of the nurses wheels the baby’s cot into the room. “She’s sleeping now.” Alana has Rachael help her slowly sit up to carry the baby.

Jade immediately FaceTimes Grace and Baylie. “Guess who got here early?!”

“Who?” Grace says

“Why are you waking me up from my nap?” Baylie grumbles.

Jade flips the camera to show Alana carrying the baby.

Immediately, both Grace and Baylie are shouting and calling for Bradley and Mickey to join the call. “WIFEY! You didn’t wait for me or Grace?!”

“Baby Samantha wanted to make you hurry home,” Alana says.

“Wait… so you replaced us with Whiskey and Dragon…? Kinda rude but I guess they’re fine,” Baylie replies.

“Actually. We just got here a few moments ago. She had already gone into labor. Alone,” Rachael informs them.

Bradley starts shouting that he’s getting tickets to return home the next day.

“I’ll talk to Ice and Cyclone to get you two back stateside as soon as possible,” Jade tells the other two.

“Yeah. Okay Mama Whiskey. I’ll get our bags ready just in case,” Mickey says.

After a few more minutes of catching up and getting the details of the birth, the girls hang up with a promise to arrive as soon as possible.

Later that afternoon, the others from the squad slowly arrive to visit Alana and meet baby Samantha. Amanda and Raven both bring armloads of gifts. Javy and Natasha brought along snacks. Ron came and dropped off some compression socks and a set of pink fluffy robes: one for Alana and one for Samantha. Tom brought Alana her hospital bag with change of clothes for her and Samantha’s going home outfit.

Once everyone left, Alana laid back down with Samantha on her chest. “Hi princess. It’s you and me right now. Your aunts aren’t here but I know they’re dying to meet you.” Samantha gives a little yawn and squirm, that brings tears to Alana’s eyes. “You’re just so beautiful. You have your daddy’s eyes. They’re a beautiful green. Oh that little scowl is all me and papaw Viper.”

“The Metcalf scowl of disappointment,” comes a voice from the door.

Alana looks up and her heart starts racing when she sees Jake there. “Uh yeah. It’s a Metcalf trademark.”

“Alana… Why… Why didn’t you tell me?”

She shakes her head. “Jake. I texted you. I called and left you a few voicemails. I even emailed you… You know I’d never hide the truth from you.”

Jake takes out his phone and looks through it. “You must have thought you did but you never did. I even would call you to catch up and talk but you blocked me or changed your number. Anytime I called it rang and would direct me to dial 9 to connect to a… To a sex line.”

Alana kisses the top of Samantha’s head and extends her hand. “Gimme your phone.” She manually enters her number and hits dial. “It’s saved as Spam Likely,” she says before looking up the contact. “And it’s blocked.”

He runs a hand through his hair. “I’m going to kill her… That was Sydney. Cin… You know me. We were friends before we…”

“Before we had sex. You can say it Jake. We both agreed that that’s all it’d ever be.”

“But it wasn’t. Not for me… Alana I fell for you. I loved you then. But I was lied to and I did what I thought was right. I still love you because I know you, Alana. Even after all these months I know you would never cruelly let me down or keep this big secret from me. I’m so, so, so sorry that you went through it alone at times. All I ask is that you let me back in. Into your life and now into our baby’s life.”

Alana sniffles and wipes at her eyes. “Jake… Meet our daughter: Samantha Belle Seresin.” She carefully hands the baby over to Jake.

When Sam feels movement, she slowly opens her eyes and coos up at the person holding her. “Hi Samantha. I’m your daddy.”

Samantha coos again and closes her eyes once more to go back to sleep.

Alana’s eyes are also struggling to stay open. Jake carefully shifts her so that she’s comfortable but where there’d be space for him to sleep next to his two girls. She didn’t know it yet, but Jake was already making plans to make them a family of three once they were discharged.

Come morning time, Alana wakes up and smiles seeing Jake reading softly to Samantha. “You changed?” She asks once she notices his blue sweatpants and his white NAVY tank top.

“Yeah I had brought a change of clothes with me. Didn’t want to leave you two.”

As she’s about to reply, energetic shouts come from down the hall. “It’s my baby and I don’t care what he thinks!”

Alana turns to look at Jake. “Ready for the firing squad?”

He leans down and kisses her tenderly. “For you and our baby? Always.”

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Arms May Be Wide Open, But The Brain Cells Aren’t There: #4

Bob: *puts feet on the table* I heard you liked bad boys.

Birdie: no?

Bob: *takes his feet off the table* good, that felt terrible.

Hangman: what the fuck are you doing?

Lucky: *hugging Hangy* I promised Cin I would make an effort to get along with you so we’re having a moment and if you ruin this Hangman I swear I will punch you in the dick so hard Cin will never be satisfied again, do you hear me?

Hangman: *sweats* uh, okay.

Whiskey: I’m ready to say three important words to you.

Slider: *touched* okay, let’s say it together.

[at the same time]

Slider: I love you.

Whiskey: choke me daddy.

Slider:

Slider: *experiencing technical difficulties*

Mouse: hey Slider, do you remember when I killed a butterfly and you said, ‘no butter for a week’?

Slider: yeah…

Birdie: and when I killed a honeybee and you said, ‘no honey for a week’?

Slider: yeah, that was months ago… so what?

Lucky: *smirking* well, Whiskey killed a cockroach today, should we break it to her?

Slider: *rolls his eyes* … just get the fuck outta my office

Mouse: *stubs toe on chair*

Birdie: *breaks chair*

Omaha: *hacks chair into sawdust*

Lucky: *sets chair on fire*

Lucky: wow the stars are beautiful

Fanboy: yeah they are

Lucky: you know who else is beautiful?

Fanboy: *blushes* who?

Lucky: me.

Birdie: taco cat backwards is still taco cat.

Birdie: race car backwards is still race car, too.

Bob: Angel, I love you, but it’s two in the morning. Please go back to sleep.

Birdie: dog food lid backwards is Dildo of God.

Bob: *pushes Bird off of the bed and snuggles back into the covers*

Dagger Squad: *sitting down on the couch or around it in front of Ice*

Ice: *arms crossed* okay. who did it?

Dagger Squad: *points to the chaos squad*

Whiskey: it was Rooster- wait- what is this treachery?!

Dragon: so much for family?!

[at a dagger squad + 86 family BBQ outside]

Ice: *walks into room, looks around and squints at Dragon*

Dragon: what?

Ice: where are the kids?

Dragon: in the garden.

Ice: doing what?

Dragon: *examining her nails* doing what kids do best.

Ice: *looks outside window and sees the whole garden is on fire*

Hangman: why did the chicken cross the road?

Birdie: why?

Hangman: to get to the idiot’s house. Knock knock.

Birdie: *sighing* who is it?

Hangman: the chicken.

Birdie:

Hangman:

Birdie:

Hangman:

Birdie: I won’t punch you… under one condition.

Hangman: … yeah?

Birdie: go say that joke to Lucky.

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Lucky Penny - Chapter 19

A/N: WE ARE ALMOST TO THE WEDDING GUYS

The Day Before 6:00am:

Everyone was yawning, it was early. Far too early to be awake and moving. The wedding party, the three actual parents, the four surrogate parents and Javy were at the venue getting ready to set up for the wedding.

The only problem was, the couple of the hour hadn't shown up yet.

"Who is brave enough to call them?" Dulce asked after twenty minutes passed.

"Already on it Mama Garcia." Spicy pressed 1 and started calling Lucky.

"Lucky is your #1 speed dial?" Rooster pouted.

"Shut up Chicken." Cin said, rubbing her eyes and wishing there was coffee.

"She didn't answer." Spicy sighed.

"Well I know better than to go to their house." Rueben spoke up causing everyone to laugh.

"Baylie isn't a morning person, she's probably still asleep and poor Mickey is trying to wake her up." Delilah teased. "I know his pain."

Another ten minutes passed when the door to the venue opened, revealing the happy couple.

"Coffee!" Cin jumped up noticing that her friends had four drink trays from Starbucks in their arms.

"Wow Cin, love you too." Lucky sassed.

"Hush it you, I needed this coffee."

That's when Cin realized that the cups were personalized. Lucky and Fanboy set the drinks down in front of their rightful owner. The cups were as followed.

Delilah - Mother of the Bride

Dulce - Mother of the Groom

Alejandro - Father of the Groom

Iceman - Father of the Bride

Dragon - Mother of the Bride

Slider - Father of the Groom

Whiskey - Mother of the Groom

Payback - Best Man

Rooster - Groomsman

Hangman - Groomsman

Spicy - Bridesmaid

Cinco - Bridesmaid

Javy - Mother of the Bride's Escort

"We have had these cups awhile, we were late because Starbucks was busy and we were using custom cups." Lucky explained.

Once the coffee hit their souls, they started decorating and having a little too much fun with it.

Javy had wrapped Rueben up in an extra tablecloth and Rue was pretending to be Lucky. With a high pitched voice he was going around and annoying everyone.

"Kiss me Mickey."

"Get the hell away from me Payback!" Mickey laughed and shoved his friend back.

"Fine, Spicy kiss me!"

Spicy leaned in and kissed his cheek.

"See Mickey? Spicy loves me more than you do!"

"I don't even sound like that Rue!" Lucky feigned being hurt.

"Yes you do." Jake says.

"Oh shut up Seresin."

Rooster, Slider, and Alejandro were using their height to hang the string lights around the venue.

Spicy, Whiskey and Dulce were enjoying the view of their men's asses.

Delilah, Lucky, and Ice were setting the centerpieces on the tables. Well Delilah and Ice were placing things, Lucky was going behind them and moving things around.

Fanboy and Javy were arranging the tables were the desserts would sit, and also a few tables for other displays.

Dragon and Cin were checking out the bar to make sure everything was stocked up and ready.

Lucky had snuck away to the parking lot and opened the hatch of her Jeep. There sat two boxes labeled "Daddy" she stood there for a moment and then hoisted one of the boxes into her arms.

"Want some help there Lucky girl?" Ice's voice was soft, not wanting to scare her. Of course he had noticed she was gone. She shouldn't be surprised.

"Yeah sure, you can take this one, it's heavier anyways." Lucky smiles at him.

"What's all this anyways?"

He was far too sweet to her, she hoped wherever William was he approved of Ice taking her under his wing. Loving her, taking care of her, and calling her by her childhood nickname.

"One of the displays we are having is all about William. Well and Katie is getting her own space too at the head table. But Dad is getting his own table. This is all the stuff we.." She stops before she can cry.

"Hey, no tears little lady."

That made her laugh though tears still welled in her eyes.

"This is some of the stuff he bought when he realized he wouldn't be here for this day." She finished.

They carried the boxes in and Mickey knew right away what they were.

"You ready for this cariño?"

She smirked at him, "of course I am."

-----

"Hey dad?"

"Yeah lucky girl?"

"When I get married..."

"Whoa hey, you aren't getting married anytime soon."

"Daaaad."

William laughed and pulled Baylie into a hug.

"When you get married lucky girl, it will be the best day ever." He kisses his daughter's forehead.

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Mickey kisses her forehead as they step back and admire their handiwork on the memorial.

"Tomorrow is going to be the best day ever." Lucky whispered.

"Yeah it will be cariño."

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Once the venue was completely decorated and ready, the group settled around the bar to wait for the little ones who would be joining in their special day.

Mickey's three nephews and niece were going to be the flower girl and ring security guards. They loved whenever Lucky visited them in Miami, and Alexandra was obsessed with her soon-to-be Aunt.

Lucky sat on a barstool, leaned back aganist Fanboy's chest. She was trying to focus on the conversations going on around her but her mind was elsewhere.

It wasn't until she saw something shiny out of the corner of her eye that she came back to the moment.

"Hi William." She whispered, causing everyone to look at her as she hopped off the barstool and bent over to pick up the penny off the floor.

Tears welled in most of the groups' eyes when they realized what she had picked up.

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At Katie's funeral, the Carter's asked Baylie if she wanted to speak. They felt like nobody else could perfectly tell their daughters story than their other daughter.

She agreed, but regretted it as soon as she took her place at the mic. With shaky hands, tears streaming down her cheeks, and a deep breath she starts.

"Katie was so much more than a friend - she was my sister."

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"Okay now here comes the Bride and Ice." Whiskey was directing the rehearsal, and watched as Lucky and Ice made their way down the aisle.

"And Lucky give your flowers to Katie." Whiskey said when Lucky made it to Fanboy.

Lucky turned and placed her bridal bouquet in the vase that was on the small table next to her, right next to a picture of Katie.

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A/N: ONLY HAPPY TEARS BITCHES

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He Didn't Have to Be

A Ron 'Slider' Kerner Imagine (Companion Piece to I Wanted to Be)

Description: Jake Seresin's always know two things: 1. How much his mama loves him and 2. How much he loves her. So it's no wonder that any man he meets that his mama is dating doesn't pass the bar. Except one. His Uncle Danny's wingman, a man he knows as Uncle Ron or Uncle Sly.

Warnings: Dead-beat dad, Mentioned Pregnancy, Mentioned Childbirth, Tooth Rotting Fluff

Word Count: 3021

A/N: This is the companion piece to my Ron 'Slider' Kerner piece I Wanted to Be, written by popular demand. In this one we see Jake's perspective on the events of his childhood.

AO3: Cross-posted Here!

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Jake's always known that things could have been very different. A lot of it has to do with how he's been raised. Rebecca Seresin née Petersen is the best mama a boy could ever ask for. For as long as he can remember it's been him and his mom against the world. His mom doesn't have any other family, not really, anyways. Jake knows his mom loves him, knows that she would do anything for him. But he’s never quite known if she’s actually happy. The only time he sees her smile is in the old scrapbooks filled with pictures of his mom as a kid. It’s something he wonders every time his mom leaves him in the care of old Mrs. Thompson at the ranch next door and drives away in her best dress. Will Mama finally be happy again if this date goes well? His wishes and hopes don't work though. Mama always looks sadder when she comes to pick him up than when she left.

My momma used to wonder if she'd ever meet someone

Who wouldn't find out about me and then turn around and run

The only time Mama doesn't look sad is when she's baking. She makes packages once a month that she fills with cookies and cakes and pictures. The weekends when Mama bakes all of the goodies is always Jake's favorite. The kitchen's always bright and clean and it smells so good. Mama always has the record player on and on those early mornings are some of his favorites. If only because Jake gets to help stir and lick the spoon. Once everything has been cooled and packed up, they get into Mama's truck and make the drive into Austin to drop the package in the mailbox. It’s Jake’s favorite part of the week because everything seems so filled with possibilities when there’s something sweet in his tummy.

Jake’s two months shy of his fifth birthday when an old friend of his Uncle Daniel's drops by. He’s about a million miles tall and intercepts Jake just as he’s running out to play with the new goat kids in the barn. Mama had tried to wrestle him into a new shirt for the visit, but like all precocious little boys, he'd wriggled right out of the constricting stiff garment and run right out the front door. Of course before he could get very far, he’s being hefted up into the sky and looking into a face he half remembers his mama showing him the pictures of. She had told him in her pretty soft voice, “This, baby, is your Uncle Daniel and this was his best friend, your Uncle Ron. Uncle Ron’s nickname is Slider. Can you say that for me, baby?”

Jake’s soon being turned upside down and it’s the most fun he’s ever had. He barely notices how the older man introduces himself, at least until he’s being set on his feet in the kitchen to see his mama smiling at this man. He can’t resist hugging his mama’s legs, piping out in a break in the conversation, “Mama, Uncle Sly's here!” Jake still remembers how he spent the rest of the weekend trailing Uncle Sly around on the ranch, following the older man as he completed repairs and helped around. He’d been given his first cowboy hat that weekend, from Uncle Sly. It has to be one of the best weekends of his entire life.

I met the man I call my dad when I was five years old

He took my mom out to a movie and for once I got to go

The smile on his mama’s face? Jake doesn’t see it again for a long, long time.

He’s fifteen years old when he realizes that Mama doesn’t go out on dates anymore. Jake’s used to being mostly alone in the house, making peanut butter sandwiches for snack and doing his homework by himself. Mama’s usually out in the fields, working the cattle. She still smiles big and hugs Jake when she gets home though, wrapping him in her gardenia scented embrace and praising him for finishing his work. He feels bad for playing football most days, feels bad for Mama when she pulls overtime out on the ranch, feels worse when she stays up late over the dining room table looking over the bills. That terrible feeling sticks around when they start getting letters at the house. Letters from somebody claiming to be his dad. Jake staggers up the driveway one afternoon to a strange car in the drive and yelling coming from the house.

“Damnit, Brian!” Mama’s roaring at him. “You can’t come back here after all of these years and beg me to give you money. I divorced you. You owe me money. Our son is fifteen and the best thing in my life. Every penny I make is for him and only him.”

“Yeah…” The voice that slurs and sneers out the words makes Jake feel sick. “Our son, right? Where is the little brat? Would love ‘ta meet him one of these days. See if he’s actually like his ole man. Or if he’s like his slut of a ma.”

That’s when Jake’s legs give out. He’s still sitting on the porch in his dirt and sweat encrusted football gear when a truck pulls into the driveway. Heart in his throat, Jake stands up, running when he sees Uncle Slider stepping out of the cab.

"Uncle Sly." Jake sounds young, young and scared today, not anything like his affected gruff tone to impress girls at school.

"What is it, kid?" Jake knows that everything will be alright so long as Uncle Slider is here. "Where's your mom, kid?'

"She's in there, Uncle Sly, in the kitchen. With a man who's claiming to be my dad." His voice is quiet, unsure. All Jake wants is his mama. Uncle Sly’s jaw clenches and anger burns bright in his eyes as he whirls around and marches right into the kitchen. Jake follows behind him, a part of him aching to grab onto the tails of the flannel shirt Uncle Sly is wearing like he used to when he was a kid.

"Brian." Mama sags like a marionette with its strings cut at Uncle Sly’s voice. So this is his dad. Brian Seresin. The boogey-man come to life. The monster. It’s obvious Jake is his son. The same nose sits on his face and the same blonde hair sits on his head. But while Jake is young, lithe and muscular from hours of football and tanned from the sun, Brian Seresin is greasy and stinking of liquor.

"What are you doing back in Cistern?" Uncle Sly’s voice is a barely held back roar as he looms protectively in front of Jake. Uncle Sly pulls Mama behind his back and Jake is quick to wrap his arms around her. Was Mama always so thin? So frail? When did Jake become as tall as she is?

"Wanted my woman back, Kerner. And my kid." Jake can’t hide his disgust as Brian sniffs, wiping away snot on his mud streaked pants. "S'not fair, y'know? That you got to keep her and the brat while I was off. D'she treat y'well? She's great in bed, ain't she?"

His dad’s words fill Jake with an impotent rage. But he can’t do anything. Not with Mama clutching at him like she’ll lose him if she lets go. Jake’s not sure what Uncle Sly says to his dad, because all of a sudden he begins to spit out why he wants the money he’d been asking Mama for. Uncle Sly lets the disgusting man spit poison words into the kitchen and then finally speaks.

"Call Sheriff Weatherby, Becks." Jake’s never heard his Uncle Sly so cold, so angry as he continues. "We've got an intruder on Seresin Ranch."

No matter what he does, Mama doesn’t move. It's Jake who picks up the landline and dials up Sheriff Weatherby. Jake and Uncle Sly stick by Mama the whole time the police are asking questions, propping her up. But after all the drama died down, when Mama is fitfully asleep in her bed, Jake’s thoughts still reel. He can’t believe that a part of him came from that! When the thoughts and questions get too loud, Jake retreats outside, to the swing Uncle Sly had set up a couple of years ago. It’s an old tire swing and Jake slumps into it staring up at the endless expanse of the stars.

He’s been feeling weird for a while. He knows it’s not just puberty. Something is eating at him, and he’s not sure why. All of the teachers at school have been pestering on and on about whether he’s decided what he wants to do with his life when he grows up. Honestly, since he was little, Jake’s only ever wanted to do one thing. He’s grown up listening to tales of the sky. But will Mama ever let him fly? Can Mama take the risk of losing him like she lost Uncle Daniel? The soft rustling sound of footsteps in the tall grass is what has his head lifting up. It’s Uncle Slider, of course it is. The minute he’s in earshot, the words are spilling out, whether Jake wants them to or not.

"So, that's him, huh? My pops, the man who walked out before I was even born?" He can’t help how his voice cracks as the unfiltered rage pours out of him with each word.

"Yeah, kid." Uncle Sly is angry too. His jaw is still clenched, jaw harsh in the moonlight.

"Why did he come back? Why didn't he just stay away?" The first touch of his hand against his shoulder has Jake sagging against him.

"I dunno, kid. I wish he had never come back. Your Mama isn't the type to cry. But every time I've heard her cry it has been because of that man." Uncle Sly’s hands are shaking as the fingers on his other hand flex with the pent up aggression still in his system. Jake doesn’t know how to respond, content to sit there for several long moments. They’re safe. He’s safe. Jake’s not sure what he would’ve done if Uncle Sly hadn’t driven up that afternoon.

"Why didn't you ever marry Mama, Uncle Sly? You love her, I know you do. Then you can come home to us more often, can't you?" He’s scared to ask that question. But the little kid in him, the young boy who’d wished for a dad every Christmas for years before giving up? That kid needs to know.

"I dunno kid. But enough about me.” Uncle Sly sounds scared or worried. “What's eating at you?"

Jake breathes in deep, trying to find the words. "I want to fly, Uncle Sly. Like you do, like Uncle Daniel did." He stares imploringly up into his uncle’s eyes. Jake doesn’t know what he’s searching for, not really. An ally? A sympathetic ear? Support? He doesn’t know. "D-d'you think I can do it?"

"It's dangerous, kid. But yeah. If there was anyone who could do it, it'd be you. You’ve got your mom’s determination and all of her support, too. Just don’t forget that you’ve got people who love you waiting for you, and you’ll be all set." Uncle Slider’s words fill him with purpose. If there is anything, anyone Jake resolves to be like, it’s his Uncle Sly. And if after he graduates and joins the Naval Academy he uses the distance to push his mom and uncle together, well that’s a secret he’ll take to his grave.

A few months later, I remember lying there in bed

I overheard him pop the question and I prayed that she'd say yes

It’s his first Christmas home when things change. Jake had staggered downstairs in the middle of the night for a glass of water and that’s when he saw Uncle Slider drop to one knee and ask his Mama to marry him.

And then, all of a sudden, oh it seemed so strange to me

How we went from something's missing to a family

Looking back, all I can say about all the things he did for me

Is, I hope I'm at least half the dad that he didn't have to be

Mama and Pops are standing proudly in the stands, Pops dressed to the nines in his own Vice-Admiral dress whites the day Jake gets his wings a few years later. Mama’s crying, curled up under Pop’s arm and Jake literally shines with pride when he wraps her in his arms when he runs to meet his family after the ceremony. Jake is soon absorbed in all it means to be an active duty Naval Aviator. Deployment after deployment at first, then Top Gun. He gets first, of course, pumping the plaque in the air in his pop’s direction. It feels good, seeing his name under his dad’s twenty years later. Some time between Top Gun the first and second times, Jake lives up to his callsign and rakes in his first air to air kill.

That’s when things start to feel truly surreal. The medals are all fine and good, almost familiar in a sense. It’s the blood on his hands that Jake can’t shake. His reputation precedes him nowadays. Everybody gathers around to cheer on the only active duty Naval Aviator to get an air-to-air. But it tortures him. When he can’t sleep at night, he calls his dad. Sitting on the floor in his pajamas Jake pours his heart out to the only person he trusts to steer him on his way. It’s not the first heart to heart he’s had with his dad in the middle of the night. Nor is it the last.

During the special detachment he wishes he could have his parents near. Even though the three weeks are rife with tension and pain, both. Attending Iceman, the legendary Iceman’s funeral, hurts. Jake hates it. He hates it even more when he sees his dad standing there in dress whites next to Mav and the others in the class of ‘86. The most recent heart to heart happens sitting in the kitchen of the house Ron and Rebecca Kerner had rented before their only child jetted off on the most perilous mission of his career.

“You can do it, kid.” Pop’s voice sounds tired, old and very scared. “You’re a Seresin, kid. But more importantly, you’re a Kerner. You are coming home. Whether you get selected or not, doesn’t matter. There are always things you can do to improve. But the important thing is that you’re coming home.”

“We love you, kid. Remember that. Remember that your Uncle Daniel is watching over you and you’ll fly like you were born to.”

Those are the words Jake carries with him the entire long slog away from home. He isn’t chosen, and he thinks he knows why. But when he’s sitting in his jet, Dagger Spare, standing by, his heart is in his throat. He’s seen the pictures. He knows Mav was in his dad’s Top Gun class. Mav’s a living legend. There is no way he goes down like this. He gets on comms over and over again. Begging and pleading to be allowed to help, to provide cover. Each rejection feels like a stab in the back. Jake may not like Rooster much, if at all, but that’s his wingman. He has to at least try. It’s what his dad would do. What his Uncle Daniel did.

So when Rooster’s ESAT goes off again, and moving at supersonic speeds, Jake is launching - against orders, and without help. He’s off the carrier deck before Admiral Simpson can even finish barking his orders for Jake to stay put, a desperate plea to save Rooster and Mav pouring off his tongue before he can even think. It’s days later, when the carrier pulls into the docks that Jake finally breathes. He’s home. He can see Pops looming over the crowd and is running for them before he can even think, before he can even catalog the surprised exclamations of his squadron as he books it. Jake feels like a kid again, swept up in his mom’s arms, feeling like an amalgam of four and twelve and eighteen all over again, too old and at the same time too young to ever be away from his Mama’s arms.

She’s shaking, crying tears against the shoulder of his crisp khakis, tears of joy, of relief, tears thanking every power that be, that her baby came home. When Jake pulls away, keeping his Mom close, the other aviators are looking at him in shock. He introduces his mom, first, kissing the crown of her head as she smiles blearily at the assembled crew.

“And this is my pop, Admiral Kerner.” Jake’s grinning, open and wide, a little shit-eating but more joyful as he takes in the others’ faces.

“Hey, kid.” Jake grins fondly at his old man, hugging the older man tight.

“Baby Goose. Mav.” Pop’s looking right at Mav and Rooster. Mav’s grinning openly at Pops, but Rooster is dumbfounded.

“Close your mouth, Roo.” Jake can’t help his shit-eating grin. “You’re not the only legacy in these parts.”

Before Jake can take it any further Mama’s on him, checking on his hands, and fawning over him. Jake can’t even pretend to be embarrassed. He’s missed this. Partway through the thorough examination his mom is putting him through, Jake turns to look at his dad and Mav. He can’t help but feel thankful. Of all the men he could have ended up emulating in his life, he’s glad it was Ron Kerner.

And looking back, all I can say about all the things he did for me

Is, I hope I'm at least half the dad that he didn't have to be

Yeah, I hope I'm at least half the dad that he didn't have to be

Because he didn't have to be

You know he didn't have to be

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Ok I can explain…no I can’t! I got bored and I’m obsessed with Top Gun/Top Gun Maverick so here we go

OCs For Top Gun Maverick ✈️

Amber Nic Kazansky - The Admiral’s Daughter

One of the top pilots to end up being shipped out to the program. Probably got in because of her last name and family. Let’s be real, her father is an amazing pilot and Admiral, so people know or heard of her background.

Call sign -> Skysolo

If you wonder about her Callsign -> it’s because Amber can stay silently fuming, turning not piercing ice cold but like a heated hit that would keep you solo in the skies without any air to breathe if you push it.

Flirty, sweet, closed off however she’s fun on occasion. She is most likely at the bar to pick up chicks and hotties while also sing her heart out. That results in her meeting Lieutenants Rooster and Phoenix while in flight school.

They became friends easily with Phoenix and she already knew Rooster, just haven’t seen him in the longest time! So besties reunited.

She gets interested and intimidated easily by Hangman. She definitely finding him cocky and annoying at first but soon she like him once she gets to know him. However she won’t tell him that until later, trying to play hard to get with Jake. Lead him on and see if he really likes her. Will they ever actually go on a date? Who knows?!

Her uncle and godfather is none other than Captain Pete “Maverick” Mitchell. So you can just imagine the fun those two had annoying Ice.

They used to have wayyy too much fun and Maverick used to sneak her into his hanger to learn more about planes. Even fly in one once she got older and made Ice think that he was the one to first take his baby girl flying. Oops he found out later ofc.

Jenny Penelope “JenPen” Mitchell - First Year Lieutenant

She doesn’t always follow the rules but also knows she might have a legacy to live up to due to her family history. Her father is freaking MAVERICK MITCHELL, you just know this girl is in for the ride.

Wonder how she got her Callsign -> It was a nickname her childhood best friend Rooster came up with her. JenPen! Taking her names Jennifer and Penelope together, it just stuck.

One night she heads to her old man’s favorite bar which is where she meets the gang as she questioned her environment. Her wingwoman Clara told her “You wanna know who’s the best? Look over there.” She turns around to see a charming smile being Rooster as she smirks. “I can definitely see it. Handsome too.” She replies.

Even though she already knows who Rooster is because they are best friends and dated in their early years of college. BUT she won’t let her woman know that, so she plays it off cool. She eventually meets the gang, roughly reunited with Rooster (Hangman thinks they are a couple of crazy kids)

Automatically becoming friends with Bob, Fanboy, Payback, Coyote and Hangman. Phoenix however took a few sips of beer and jokes to lighten her up. Needless to say, he became gal pals with her soon enough. So much so that they have a Girl’s Night every Friday night with her wingman ofc.

After the mission that caused tears to be shared. Everyone stayed to become instructors and or work on their skill set, get higher in the ranks. Once her father came into town permanently, hugs and kisses were shared to between the two!

Maverick has always been proud and loving towards his kid. Always trying to be the best father he can be and show her the ropes. He rubbed off on his daughter a little too much at time.

She can be a lot like her father at times! For examples! JenPen has always run off to have fun with Amber Nic to the bar scene and beach, dragging herself up into the air for a quick fly by, flirty and a little cocky.

Bonus, An OC for OG Top Gun movie 🎥 ✈️

Audrey “Sunset” Davidson - Pretty Mama Bear

Just like her CALLSIGN, she can be a bright, joyful and happy go lucky as the sun. But she got a bit of bitchy temper and will burn you a bit, if you step too far or on the wrong foot.

Audrey is a pilot, future reference reporter and a dips her hand in an engineering programs for planes later on. Thanks to Maverick’s love for planes and showing her the ropes!

She’s gorgeous, smart and will stop you in your tracks if she sees something isn’t right. Her mama bear side tends to come out A LOT in Top Gun. But all the guys love it and simply find it sweet.

She befriends Goose and Maverick in the early years, going to Top Gun together. Audrey sees them as her boys and they nickname her mama bear as for fun. Her and Mav even dated a while!

She’s is also best friends with Carole and aunt to Baby Goose aka Bradley Bradshaw.

Sooo many nights of partying and singing happily “Great Balls Of Fire” with this family. I’ll tell you that!

At Top Gun, she meets the rest of the gang! Such as Sundown, Chipper, Slider and of course Iceman himself. Who she loves to teases from the very beginning and he doesn’t hesitate to do the same. She nicknames him many kinds of things since day one. Such as, “Pretty Boy”, “Frosted tips” and “Hound dog”

Until one day after Iceman hearing Maverick calling out to her “Hey, Mama wanna hit the bar or beach after class? ” and Goose saying to her loudly “Sweetheart your being a mama bear again.” Iceman came up with his own classic nickname for Audrey , “Pretty Mama.”

They became friends very quickly afterwards lol. After Goose’s tragic accidental death (It wasn’t Maverick’s fault! It was the plane malfunctioning wrong and such) the whole gang grief in their own way. Audrey and Mav spend a lot of more time closer together. But if she wasn’t with him because Maverick was with Charlie, Ice would try to spend time with her, let them hear out their thoughts and pour out any emotions.

You know the rest! Graduation, the mission, celebration and etc. Years later everyone is still friends, best friends ofc. Becoming one big happy family in their own weird way, having Sunday bunches and family dinners if possible.

Hope you like it! 🫶

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Breaking Horizons

Part 2

PAIRING: Pete “Maverick” Mitchell x OC (Saturn)

SUMMARY: Sarah “Saturn” Hastings is one of the first female pilots to be able to attend the legendary Top Gun. Alongside her RIO, Bookworm, her one, and only goal is that trophy at the end, but Maverick is looking for a trophy of his own - and his may end with a ring instead of a plaque.

WORD COUNT: 2021

WARNINGS: Sexism, Cannon typical violence

The O-Club was bustling as usual. Civilians dressed up in the hopes of snatching their own officer for the night, and the officers themselves dressed to the nines in formal attire to go fishing themselves. Saturn herself was dressed down for the occasion, she wouldn’t have even been there if Bookworm hadn’t been egging her on all day. You see, Saturn was Bookworm’s secret weapon when it came to finding a hookup. She’d sit at the bar, dressed down like the other girls, and have a few drinks. Then, when the moment was right, she’d seamlessly introduce Bookworm to whatever group of ladies she had infiltrated. It was a well-practiced routine that worked most of the time, except for that time in one of Japan’s red light districts, but Saturn’s Japanese wasn’t great at the time! She didn’t expect that the woman she had set him up with was a hooker!

But regardless, Saturn had let her hair down for the night. She’d even put a little yellow flower in her auburn hair for the occasion, letting her whole outfit scream “Tourist”. Still, despite how annoying it all was, Saturn still did it without much of a complaint. Not many RIOs wanted to fly behind a woman and if it hadn’t been for Bookworm, Saturn would have been delegated to a desk job like so many of her fellow women. Getting Bookworm laid was the least she could do for her friend, and the cookie baskets he got for her afterward were always a plus.

But unbeknownst to Saturn, someone else was on the prowl that night as well. And the pretty little thing from Top Gun was certainly on the top of his list.

“This is what I call a target-rich environment,” Pete “Maverick” Mitchell said to his RIO, Nick “Goose” Bradshaw, over the loud music of the O-Club.

“You live your life between your legs, Mav,” Goose chastised, slapping his friend’s back before leading him through the bar.

“Goose, even you could get laid in a place like this!”

“I’m telling you, I’d be happy to find a girl who’d talk dirty to me.”

Beers in hand and settled at the bar, Maverick and Goose watched men and women come and go around them. Just off to the side, they could see the guy who dropped his notebook all over the floor in class. He had a drink in hand that he was sipping, looking off to where they couldn’t quite see. And just in front of them, Goose spotted their most well-known classmate.

“Mav, you wanna know who the best is?” Goose asked, pointing to where he was standing, aviators on and a blonde broad on his arm, “That’s him, Iceman. That’s the way he flies, ice-cold, no mistakes. Just wears you down. You get bored, frustrated, and do something stupid, and he’s got you - hey, hey, Slider!” Goose caught the attention of Ice’s RIO who was just walking through, “Thought you wanted to be a pilot, man, what happened?”

“Goose, you’re such a dickhead,” Slider laughed, “Who’s butt did you have to kiss to get in here?”

“Well, the list is long, but distinguished,” Goose joked back.

“Yeah, well, so is my johnson!”

“So you’re flying with Iceman, huh?” Goose asked.

“It’s Mr. Iceman to you-”

“Hey, Mother Goose! How’s it going?” Ice interrupted, greeting his old friend and pointedly not Maverick.

“Good Tom!” He turned to the man beside him, “This is Pete Mitchell, Tom Kazansky.”

“Congratulations on Top Gun,” Ice said drily, not even letting Maverick get a word in before breezing to why he was really there, “Sorry to hear about Cougar. He and I were like brothers in flight school, he was a good man.”

“Still is a good man,” Maverick pointed out, but the tension was already thickening.

“Yeah, that’s what I meant.”

“Thought so.”

“Say, you need any help?”

“With what?” Maverick asked after a pause, not entirely excited about whatever Ice’s next topic of conversation would be.

“You figured it out yet?” Ice clarified, “Who’s the best pilot.”

“No, I think I can figure that one out on my own.”

“I heard that about you,” Ice was in his face now, “You like to work alone.”

“Mav, you must’ve soloed under a lucky star, huh?” Slider cut in, despite his friendship with Goose, the well-wishes clearly did not extend to his pilot, “I mean, first the MiG, and then you guys slide into Cougar’s spot.”

“We didn’t slide into Cougar’s spot. It was ours, okay?” Goose defended.

“Yeah, well, some pilots wait their whole career just to see a MiG up close,” Slider took a drink, “Guess you guys are lucky and famous?”

“No, you mean notorious,” Ice deadpanned, “I’ll see you later.”

“You can count on it,” Maverick replied, watching the other men go.

“They were abused children,” Goose tried to cheer up his friend.”

Maverick simply smiled and nodded, “We’re gonna have a good time.”

And as their beer bottles clinked together, the two men spun around to get a better look at the club floor, eyes hungry and wandering. Women were cheering and drinking, eyeing up the two men just as much as they watched them. It was as if the entire bar was filled exclusively with young singles, the perfect hunting ground for Maverick. He knew he was attractive and he knew he was good, but lately, things were getting just a bit too easy for him judging by the way just one charming smile and wink sent a small trio of women into giggles and whispers.

“Okay, I guess it's my turn, isn’t it?” Goose said, setting down his drink, “All right, the bet is $20.”

“$20, right,” Maverick echoed, already searching for his target.

“You have to have carnal knowledge, of a lady this time,” Goose clarified, the last incident with a very convincing crossdresser still fresh in their minds, “on the premises.”

“On the premises,” Mav replied, but he was only half listening.

He had found her.

He recognized Saturn from across the bar, though he had to admit it took him a moment. She looked so different out of uniform, dressed in a pair of slacks and a nicely fit white blouse. She had been breathtaking in those ugly khakis, but here, with a smile on her face and a drink in her hand, she was positively angelic. Or at least, that’s what he told himself he would tell their future kids.

Sarah “Saturn” Hastings was the perfect challenge. He had heard enough scuttlebutt about the female pilot who tossed engagement rings into the ocean like they were pool rings. Flew like a beast and every single squadron boasted they knew what she was like between the sheets until her RIO swore he had never heard of those pilots in his life. She was like the holy grail of aviators, and by God, Maverick wanted to take a drink out of her.

“You’ve got to be kidding, Mav,” Goose said, looking between him and the girl sipping her cocktail at the bar, “No way you’ll get anywhere with her! Easiest $20 I’ll ever make!”

“A dime a dozen, Goose,” Maverick said, “Besides, someone's got to take a shot,” He looked at Goose hard, placing a hand on his shoulder, “She’s lost that loving feeling.”

“She’s lost- No, she hasn’t!”

~**~

When the music came to an abrupt stop, Saturn thought that someone must have fucked up and gotten everyone kicked out. It wouldn’t be the first time something like that had happened. Juicer and Pony Boy once got into a brawl that broke the bartender’s leg and got everyone banned for life, and Saturn was tired of being kicked out because of her squad’s stupidity.

“Excuse me, miss,” Saturn turned around, at the tap on her arm, a frustratingly familiar voice from earlier in the day cutting through her hen-hunt.

The handsome man who thought he was better than everyone else.

She never learned his name, but she knew that he knew exactly who she was. That glint in his eye when he grabbed her arm, she had seen it a thousand times before, but she was curious. What exactly did he have in store for her?

“Hey, Saturn,” She looked up to see Goose, recognizing him from earlier, “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of this.”

And for a moment, she really thought he was going to take his pilot by the arm and take him away. He was called Mother Goose for a reason after all, but breaking into song, truly, was something she never expected in her wildest dreams.

“You never close your eyes anymore when I kiss your lips~!” The handsome stranger sang into the karaoke microphone.

Saturn’s mouth opened slightly of its own accord, her cheeks turning a fierce shade of pink. Julie, the girl Saturn had been chatting to, drunkenly slapped Saturn’s thigh laughing jovially at the turn of events.

“There’s no tenderness like before in your fingertips~” Goose took over, snapping his fingers in a way that seemed to get the entire bar transfixed.

Saturn tucked her lips in, trying not to smile at the unbelievable cliche she was experiencing, but that just seemed to egg the men on.

“You’re trying hard not to show it~”

“BABY” The pilots around her chorused, much to Saturn’s horror and embarrassment.

“BUT BABY! BELIEVE ME I KNOW IT! YOU’VE LOST THAT LOVING FEELING! WHOA THAT LOVING FEELING! YOU’VE LOST THAT LOVING FEELING NOW ITS GONE, GONE, GONE! WHOA WHOA WHOA! Ba-doom, ba-doom, ba-doom boom boom ba-doom!”

“Alright, Flyboy,” Saturn said, at the very least to get them all to stop, “Sit down.”

The handsome pilot sat down beside her, laughing as the others continued to sing. But his eyes stayed fixed on Saturn. Saturn turned on her stool to face him, taking a sip of her Long Island Iced Tea and taking in the man she had been serenaded by.

“I’ve never been sung to like that before, Flyboy,” She told him.

“I’m full of surprises,” He replied easily, tipping his bear towards her with a charming smile.

“Sarah Hastings,” She introduced herself, shaking his hand, “Callsign, Saturn, but I have a feeling you knew that already.”

“I’m Maverick,” He said, “And I’ve heard a thing or two, but I prefer to find things out for myself.”

“You mean get shot down?”

“Well I made it this far, didn’t I?”

“I suppose you did, Maverick,” Saturn smiled back, leaning against the bar, “And if this is as far as your hands go?”

“Then maybe I’ll just have to sing to you again.”

“What, you got more than one routine?” Saturn teased, but she really was curious.

“I’ll have to come up with another one, but uh,” He flashed her a grin, “I think you’re worth the extra effort.”

“I’ve had more than my fair share of flirty aviators try to get in my pants, Maverick,” Saturn said, grabbing her coat, “I’m a pilot, through and through, just like any other man in this room. Even if I want to, the risk for me is much higher than the risk for you. I deserve more than that.”

Maverick handed Saturn her drink, “I know,” He said, “I’ll earn it.”

Now that got her attention, it was easy to just lay it out and wait for the man to walk away. No one was interested in someone who was high maintenance, even just for a good lay. But there was just something about Maverick. She couldn’t put her finger on it; what made him different from the others. He looked like them, talked like them, acted like them, and yet - there was just something. Maybe it was the soft buzz of alcohol, the cheesy pick up, or maybe it was the fact that Saturn was lonely, but for Mav, maybe the rules could be bent a little. Just enough to see where things went.

“Then work for it, Flyboy,” She told him, leaving him at the bar with a grin on his face and an even bigger one cutting across hers.

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take my breath away // tom 'iceman' kazansky

a traffic jam on the interstate and a diamond ring in a glovebox compartment

temporarily stationed in nevada, tom and heather decide to take a weekend in las vegas to see their favourite new wave band. all the while, all tom can think about when to ask heather to be his wife.

part of the heather and tommy universe started in 'tell me something girl'

pairing: tom kazansky x female oc (named heather)

warnings: fluff overload, marriage proposals, traffic jams.

author's note: guys i know that 'kick' didn't come out until 1987, but bear with me on this one, i was trying to make all of the dates work without the wedding feeling rushed (you'll know what i mean if you check the date headings on 'tell me something girl')

October 25th, 1986. Just outside Las Vegas, Nevada.

the weak air conditioning system in her boyfriend's hummer did nothing to block out the nevada heat as they sat idle, listening to the sounds of engines humming and horns honking. heather schneider held a small camcorder in her hands, the viewfinder trained on her boyfriend's face as he raked his hands through is hair, aviator glasses hiding his eyes. duran duran played on the radio, a tree shaped air freshener dangling in front of the windshield.

"babe, i’m so sorry. i had no idea traffic would be this bad." tom sighed, pushing up his glasses so he could run his hands over his face.

the move to nevada had been sudden. back home in virginia after graduating top gun, tom wasn't expecting to get marching orders so fast after coming back from a mission. the two harrowing weeks in the ocean after the academy had rattled him a little, and he was looking forward to finally spending time with heather again. now, he was scared about what nevada would to do his relationship with heather, until heather dropped a bombshell of her own.

she was quitting her job.

working in a law firm that did work closely with the us military did things to a person. and one day, heather just snapped. she came home in tears and told him that she couldn't do it any more.

and then she quit.

and now she was in nevada with no idea what she was going to do with her life. tom was stationed at the nellis air force base, which was very near to the las vegas motor speedway, a place they spent many a weekend watching stock car racing. tom was easing into his role at nellis quickly, seamlessly and with his trusty backseater ron kerner at his side.

heather was still lost. deployment was only for five months, part of a training program for a plane that most people in the military weren't even aware of yet. and after that five months? would they go back to virginia? stay in nevada? where would she work?

"kaz, stop worrying. the concert isn't until tomorrow night anyways." she soothed, running her thumb over his knuckles. the hummer eased forward, but traffic was still at a crawl.

"nellis is eight fucking miles outside of vegas, why can't we get into the city on a friday?"

"because everybody else is also trying to get into the city on a friday."

in the three months they had already lived in nevada, despite only living eight miles outside sin city, heather had still never been to vegas. never walked down the strip, never seen a show.

until tom surprised her with tickets to watch australian new wave band INXS play at ceasers palace. the band meant so much to heather, and she had been waiting for this weekend for the last six weeks.

tom, on the other hand, knowing the significance of the weekend had something bigger planned. the ring was burning a hole in his glove box, right next to his service weapon.

all that time away had taught him one big thing: he wanted heather in his life, by his side, for the rest of his life.

"hey, heath, do you remember that blue bungalow in miramar? the one that was on the water, with the backyard that walked out onto that small square of beach?"

"yeah, why?" heather hummed, panning the camera over at the traffic in front of her. the pair never went anywhere without their cameras, digital or video. there were envelopes full of negatives in their apartment, shoeboxes bursting at the seams with pictures they'd taken since they started dating in the spring of 1985.

tom tapped his slender fingers against the steering wheel, easing the hummer forward another few feet as traffic picked up, and then promptly slowed. he moved to roll down a window due to the heat, but then reversed his decision after smelling the latent gasoline exhaust in the air and hearing the noise of the jam.

"it's for sale. has been for a while, miramar isn't a hot area for us young people." he stopped to take a breath, looking over at heather. her eyes sparkled as she turned to look at him, popping a small pretzel into her mouth. her large, round prescription sunglasses made her look like an owl.

he adored every part of her.

"i want to put a deposit down. with your permission, of course. i know your life is in virginia, and we can go back if that's what you want. but i see a life for us in that house. kids, a dog. at some point, i want to teach at top gun. that's where maverick is, where slider is going to go. but none of that means anything if you aren't with me, heath."

heather closed the camcorder, dropping it into her lap as she reached for tom's hand, clasping it between both of hers. "tom, i'd love to. let's do it. let's move to california."

tom's heart swelled with love as he brought heather's knuckles up to give her a gentle kiss. everything was finally coming together. they were ready to start their life together.

and he knew he needed to ask. he had planned to wait until they were in the city, planned to get down on one knee underneath the false eiffel tower and present heather with his grandmother's ring.

but, as impulsive as it may be, he knew he needed to ask her. in the middle of stalled traffic on a nevada freeway. his hair had grown out since he'd come home from top gun, bangs curling into his eyes and sticking up in all ways after he pushes his glasses up.

"babe, pass me the camcorder and take a look in the glove box." tom said, putting the hummer in park. he would have turned the engine off to save gas, but who knew if traffic would pick up again and he'd have to drive off the freeway?

after heather passed him the small metal camera, he popped it open, discreetly recording as she opened the glove box. her sunglasses held her long, brunette hair back like a headband as she rooted around the compartment.

"behind the service weapon, sweetheart. it's a small pink box."

"found it." she hummed, her manicured fingers clutching the small cardboard box. (tom had been insistent that she go get her nails done with slider's girlfriend maria before they left nellis, but she had no idea why).

she pulled the lid off the box, a gasp getting caught in her throat when she saw the stunning sterling silver ring, and the large blue stone in the middle, framed by diamonds.

"this is your grandmother's ring."

tom's parents were polish immigrants. when his parents left poland with nothing, they brought his father's mother with them (his mother's parents would follow later). angela kazanzky was classically trained ballerina with the warsaw ballet corps, but had left poland with almost nothing after her husband was killed. all she brought with her was a suitcase of clothes, and that sapphire engagement ring.

"heather, the time i spent at top gun taught me a lot of things. how to be a better man, a better soldier and a better pilot. but it also taught me that i hate being away from you. i hate waking up at the crack of dawn and you aren't there next to me." tom began, reaching for heather's hand. she turned to look at him, eyes wide and hands shaky as the gravity what this was set in. "i hate coming home at the end of the day to an empty dorm without you there. yeah, i love the guys, and i love this job. but none of that holds a candle to the way that i love you, heather anne schneider. i was going to wait until we actually got to vegas to do this, but now's as good a time as any."

he smiled nervously, a shock of giddy, pure love shooting through her veins when she looked at him, an equally wide smile breaking out across her face.

"heather, will you marry me?"

"yes! yes, tom, of course i'm gonna marry you. is this what that house talk was all about? yes, of course i'll do it!"

"thank you." tom exhaled, speaking so softly that she almost didn't hear it. he extended his open palm, waiting for her to press the ring into his palm. she was a giggling mess, trying to hold her hand steady while tom slid the cold metal band onto her ring finger. "i'm so in love with you, and i hope we stay this happy forever."

god, she loved that man.

"i love you more, lieutenant."

stretching as far as her seatbelt would allow, heather leaned over the hummer's center console, kissing her fiancé with an intensity that was out of place on the freeway. she couldn't stop staring at the rock on her finger, and thinking about the promise that it represented.

they were forehead to forehead, full of giddy smiles, the camcorder resting on tom's lap still recording as the pickup truck behind them began to honk.

traffic was flowing normally, and they hadn't even noticed.

they broke apart, laughing as they stowed away the camcorder and the now-empty ring box. tom put the car in drive, throwing his middle finger up at the driver behind them.

they were both still smiling, daydreaming about what their new life together would bring them. heather reached for the radio, turning up the volume as they began to play INXS' 'never tear us apart'.

tom smiled fondly, looking over at her as she began to sing.

"this is going to be our wedding song." she smiled to herself.

the following year, they would get married in monterrey, and they would have their first dance to that same song, heather in a simple white dress, and tom in his navy dress whites. and two years after that, they would welcome their first of three children.

and when mitchell kazansky got married? he used that same sapphire ring to propose to his now-wife amelia.

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Ghost • Fifteen

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Warnings: 18+, Fluff, Angst, lots of Dumb Bitch Juice, Some Smut Pairings: Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x OC & Javy ‘Coyote’ Machado x OC Word Count: 2,407

Kota

The next few days off came and went, we got Tate and Javy all moved in and unpacked, and it was finally Monday, our first day at Top Gun. Jake, Javy, Tate and I all walked in together, the guys first, Tate and I following them. The guys sat down in the third row on the left hand side facing the podium, Tate and I taking the second row in front of the guys.

No sooner than we sat down we heard a loud scoffing. I turned to the right so I could see this little prick in the front row. I pinch the bridge of my nose trying to not let the scoffing get to me, but the little snot nose pipes up, "Damn since when did they allow girls to be pilots and WSO's together?"

I felt the rubber band feeling snap in my chest and I knew I was about to raise hell. "Listen here you misogynistic piece of work.." I feel Jake's hand on my shoulder trying to stop me from starting this.

What I didn't notice was the rest of the class had filed in and our instructor was standing in the back of the room. I shrug Jake's hand off my shoulder, and my father's arrogant attitude that was passed down to me fully came out, "Well if you'd like to know, the plaque for the alternates is down in the little boys room." The sound of wincing "ooo's" and "ohh's" and even a quiet "ouch" were heard throughout the room. Our instructor wore a very proud smile on his face even though I couldn't see it.

"Well tell me how your name looks, on it when I smoke you." This asshole replies. "Oh I won't be needing to, you can tell me all about it yourself." I hear giggles and snickers erupt from various points in the room. What I wasn't expecting next was the familiar booming voice, "Aright you guys, settle it down, we got class to start."

Just like that, the smug look I was once wearing was wiped clean off my face at the sight of Ron "Slider" Kerner, my dad's old RIO. I mutter under my breath just loud enough for my friends to hear, "Well fuck, not even 5 minutes in yet, and I've already made our first rival, and we don't even know names yet." I smack my palm against my forehead, and scrubbed my hand down my face, sinking further into my seat. I heard mockingly from Jake behind me, "I tried to stop you darlin'." I sheepishly mutter to my friends, "I'm sorry guys."

Slider goes over the spiel of how we are the top 1% of naval aviators, and how many hops daily we'll take and what time will be spent as classroom time. He continues on about how he's going to find our limits of flying, and then break them, and mold us into even better pilots than we were before getting here. I was only partially paying attention to it all until I heard, "You're all dismissed, be out on the flight deck in 20 minutes. Ghost and," he looks down at his sheet trying to make sense of the pricks callsign "Pig? I want you both outside my office at the end of the day!"

I think to myself, his callsign is Pig, well if the way he got that callsign was anything like how he acted earlier, it was very fitting then.

Everyone gets up to leave, to make our way towards the flight deck when I feel a strong grip on my shoulder, "Ghost can I speak with you for a moment?" I look back to see Slider's hand on my shoulder, I nod to him and look to my friends, "I'll meet up with you guys in a minute."

Once everyone has filed out of the room and it was only Silder and I left, he pulls me into a giant hug, "Little Kazansky, like father like daughter." He says laughing to me. I hug him back, "Good to see you again Slider, I didn't hear from dad that you were a Top Gun instructor now."

He looks down at me smirking, "I have been for quite a few years kid, actually since a few months before your 18th birthday. We didn't tell you because we knew eventually you'd show up here." He pauses for a moment, "But don't think I'll go easy on you since you're your father's kid and I've known you since you were born."

We both laugh, "Never thought you would Slider, you know how hard it is being Ice's kid anyways?" I say questioning him, "Everyone already thinks I got where I am today because of him and not my own hard work and dedication." He nods to me, "You'll survive kid, I know you, you live off spite anyways, so keep proving them wrong."

He pats my shoulder, "Better get out there." He says, nodding towards the flight deck, "Yeah you're right, it was great seeing you again though!" I say running out of the classroom and over to my friends.

"What was that all about?" Javy questions once I finally approach the group. "Uhh, if you guys promise not to mention anything at all, ever" I pause as they all nod to me, "Our instructor is my dad's old RIO." They all go wide eyed, and jaws dropping at the news. "Okay guys pick your jaws up off the floor, it was just us reconnecting for a moment."

Everyone gathers in either the ready room, or is in their aircraft. Tate and I aren't scheduled yet for training in the hop yet, so we are sitting in the ready room, her talking with Javy and I'm sitting on the couch reading through one of our textbooks.

Unfortunately for me, Jake got paired up with someone else in the class who I haven't learned the callsign or name of yet, but fortunately it allows me to just sit and read. That is until Pig comes over and smacks my textbook out of my lap.

I bolt out of my seat, squaring up to the guy, "What the hell is your problem?" I ask angrily. "You, you're the problem." He replies. I give him the coldest most dead stare ever, if I stared any harder you'd have thought I'd kill the boy where he stood.

"Pick it up." I said glaring at Pig. He scoffs, "No way." I cock my head slightly to the left, the sure fire you're about to be dead look, "Pick. It. Up." I watched as the hard exterior that Pig tried to hold broke, he picked up my book that he slapped out of my lap, and shoved it into my chest, before stomping away.

As I sat back down with my book back in my lap and flipping to the page I was on, I heard mumbles and murmurs throughout the room, "Damn what a cold bitch", "did you see that glare, she's gonna rule the Pacific Fleet one day", "she sure put Pig in his place easily."

I attempted to go back to reading but was too lost in the thoughts of what just happened, how was I already his problem, do we even know each other? I also thought about the comments made from people in the room, I was so lost in thought I didn't even notice Jake had finished his hop. I felt the couch sink down to my right and felt an arm sling around my shoulder.

"Woah Kota what's wrong?" Jake asks what seemed almost frantically. I guess I never lost the scorned glare off my face. "Huh?" I say finally leaving my thoughts. "Are you okay?" Jake asks again.

"Javy and Tate have been over there talking this entire time," I start while pointing to our friends, "So I came over here to sit by myself and just read the textbook. Well next thing I know my textbook is being slapped off my lap and Pig is standing in front of me angrily."

I look around the room to see where Pig is but I can't find him. I continued, "Well then he brought out the Kazansky anger," I pause Jake nodding knowing all about it from our time in the academy and when hearing stories about my dad, "So in true Kazansky fashion I commanded him to pick up my book after asking what his problem was. He said it was me. He picked up my book, shoved it into my chest and stormed off."

I melted into Jake's side as he took in the story I just told him. "That guy is such a prick, just try not to let him get to you darlin'." Jake says rubbing my arm. I was starting to get comfortable in Jake's arms when I heard my name, my WSO and Javy get called. I thought to myself, thank god it wasn't Pig. Without thinking I kissed Jake's cheek before I got up and ran over to my plane for inspections before we got going on our hop.

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Jake

I felt shocked for a moment, I couldn't believe Kota just kissed my cheek like it was nothing. I walk over to sit next to the radio to listen in on how their hop is going when suddenly I'm approached by Pig. "So we meet again Seresin?" I cock my head to him, "Do I know you?" I question, "and also what's your problem with Kota?"

"Seriously don't play dumb." He replies back. "Listen man, I don't know you, I for damn sure know Kota hasn't done a thing to you. So why don't you just leave if you're going to try to pick a fight, because honestly buddy it's not going to go in your favor." I say getting quite irritated at the man that just pissed off my girl. My girl, I've never thought of Kota in such a way before, but honestly I like the way it sounds. Pig stomps off again like a toddler who just had something dangerous taken away from them for their own safety.

I get lost in my thoughts of Kota being my girl, and what the hell Pig's deal is, that I'm fully brought out of those thoughts when I feel two small arms wrap around my waist from behind.

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Kota

I return from my hop with Javy and Tate and I run over to Jake who doesn't seem to notice we're back. I wrap my arms around his waist and lay my head against his back for a moment. "Hey Kota, how was the hop?" He asked, turning around once I released him from the hug. "Oh it went as well as it could, Slider got us all out, we definitely need to try harder." I say knitting my eyebrows together while I think of scenarios that could have been better.

Tate comes over with Javy in tow, "Hey Kota, I saw what Pig did earlier, how about tonight we have a girls night, Jake and Javy can have a guys night, and we can just decompress from our first day at Top Gun?" I look over to Jake who nods, "That sounds like fun, I'm down." Tate gets giddy, "Okay I'll come over later to help pick out an outfit with you." I look at her confused before she says, "We're gonna go out and have a nice dinner, maybe a drink or two." I nod, "Thanks Tate that sounds nice."

The rest of the day goes by without any more confrontations. I make my way towards Slider's office and wait outside, Jake comes to find me. "Hey you want me to hang back and wait for you?" He asks. "Nah, I'll be fine, I'll meet you back at your truck." He nods, gives me a hug and then walks off towards the parking lot.

About ten minutes later Pig walks up and leans against the wall across from me. I act like I don't notice him. Slider yells for Pig to come into his office first. Pig shoulder checks me as he walks into the office. I lean against the wall listening to Pig get yelled at. I think to myself, shit Slider is really giving it to him, I wonder what else he did to get him this mad. Must've been something before class other than his comments towards Tate and I.

Five minutes later, Pig comes out, grumbles a "Sorry" to me and continues on walking. I hear my name called. I walk into Slider's office, and stand at attention until he releases me. I sat down in one of the chairs in front of him. "Relax Kota, you're not in trouble, I just wanted to call you in here to make sure you're okay" Slider begins, "but I am going to have to tell your father about this encounter." I look at him pleading, "Slider please, no he doesn't need to know."

Slider laughs, "Oh he's definitely going to know that his cocky arrogance has passed down to his daughter, he's so going to get a kick out of that." I chuckle, "Is that so?" Slider smirks, "Kid the last time I heard anything like that phrase come from a pilot to another was when your Dad and Maverick were facing off to show who was the best. Also are you okay after earlier, you almost crossed a line. I could see you were gonna go after him had I not stepped in. Kota, I don't want you to lose this chance."

"Slider I promise, I'm not going to waste my chance here, it's been my dream since the Academy." I put my hand out to shake his to show I mean good on my word, and he shakes my hand. "Alright kid, if he gives you any more trouble than the two instances that happened today, let me know." I nod to Slider. "You're dismissed, see you tomorrow for class."

I walked out of the office and met Jake at his truck, he asked me what happened, and I told him everything. We went back home where we met Tate and Javy outside our house. Tate and I went to my room to get ready, while Javy and Jake went out to the back porch for a drink. Jake and I were not ready for what would eventually become of this night.

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